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Stephen Jess

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We're outside.
You're having a smoke.
I'm having a toke.
You're telling a joke.
I bite you.

My son is a rodent.
So I try to ignore him.
He is insular in every fashion.
But I'm not concerned
because his autobiography will be a classic.

Every lover reminds me of my Jessica.
I drown my liver with scotch and ignorance.
I know there's a Natalie feeling run down
somewhere in this small town.
I can give her all the love she's after.

I went around the bend.
I went to cash a cheque.
I saw an old friend
one I'd tried to forget.

He said "why did you deny me?
When I was too afraid to ask you."
I couldn't live with this guilt.
Now I'm basking in your sunlight.

Somewhere there's a dream of colour.
And I can be the one who kills the dark.

But for now I'm sitting on a bench.
Losing all my senses.
Looking at my corpse-like girl.
The greatest thing about art is watching how people interpret your work. I know what I write is going to divide opinions. Yes some of theses I have put music.
 
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